Written by Vincent Lin from China They often say, no rainbow without rain. Well, the water’s poured all monsoon season — unending, interminable, rainbowless. Water curtains flood, dappled with my despair, friendships too broken to repair, my life tangled like hair. “Sissy!” calls my “friend”, and no one lends a helping hand. Under dazzling neon lights, they’re all fake as my feigned delight. Oh please... tell me what I’ve done wrong, for being born this way — born
Written by Kay Budka-Fox from London, UK hey kid, I'm sorry you're confused I'm sorry your heart was torn up and it was used I really never meant for us to be abused or stuck in a game where we had no choice but to lose I'm sorry your skies could never stay blue, and that your eyes were exposed too early to the truth, but kid, what I know now is that it's possible to get through, the pain never goes away but what grows around it is up to you, so now I'll nurture better th
